20 CAMP FIRE REMINISCENCES 
talked to him all the morning as we fished, and he 
had either not spoken at all, or had given an- 
swers which had no bearing on the subject. I have 
often noticed this when speaking to people in a 
language other than my own, probably due to their 
shyness. That very morning I had addressed the 
maid in French, and when I had finished she said: 
‘‘A don’t know a word you are sayin’ for A come 
from County Donegall.’’? This man had not that 
excuse. I must say that the lunch was excellent 
in spite of everything tasting of citronella, the oil 
of which was protecting me most efficiently from 
the flies which were in billions. During lunch a 
distinct cough was heard in the forest close at hand, 
and the guide said, ‘‘Caribou.’’ J had made up my 
mind to try for caribou in October, expecting to be 
out in Canada again then, and had just been won- 
dering which was the best place for them. This 
animal, coming on to us as it did, caused me to 
enquire as to the chances in Quebec, and my en- 
quiring from the guide elicited the information 
that very fine heads were frequently killed there, 
and that the license permitted the killing of one 
moose as well as two caribou and two deer. I - 
spent the afternoon trolling, using a very long line 
with a spoon, and sinking it well. We traversed 
some beautiful reaches of the lower lake without 
success, and then turned homeward. Within a 
few miles of our destination, and when having 
quite given up any idea of hooking a fish, I was 
revelling in the beauty of the surrounding forests 
as seen through a mist of mosquitoes, suddenly 
